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(Canto VIII, lines 89 & 90)
I could tell Alex wa s upset about my ISS. Our lunch period was the only thing that made school bearable for either of us. I vowed to make it up to her over the weekend. Or, perhaps that very afternoon, now that her monthly visitor had left us in peace. My body grew hard just thinking about being with her, inside her. I yawned hugely. I hadn’t slept much the night before.
My life had become complicated. I loved being with Alex, so I neglected my game when she was around. The only time I played the game in the afternoons was when she was absorbed in homework. I tried to make up for lost time by staying up late at night. If I failed to log in a certain number of hours, my quad might decide to replace me. Soon I would be a working man and I’d have to choose between the game, Alex, and sleep.
The idea of working depressed me, but for Alex , I would do anything. I didn’t want her to have to work once we got married, so I’d have to get used to supporting her. If we were going to move in together after high school, it would be helpful to have the extra income, but I was afraid I would lose her if she got a job. I couldn’t bear to let her out of my sight. Who knew what might happen to her if she was hanging out with a bunch of guys I didn’t know?
It was my last free weekend before I became a working man and I wanted to spend every waking moment with the woman I loved. She promised me she would try to escape her father’s evil clutches, but I didn’t hold out much hope. But, it wasn’t her fault. She had a hard time defending herself against him. Or, anyone, for that matter.
On the way home from school, I shivered in anticipation. I couldn’t wait for the seduction to begin. I knew it wouldn’t take much effort to get her ready. She wanted it as bad as I did. After the last few times, when I took her all the way, when she moaned in ecstasy, I knew she would be geared up.
Oh, she said she wasn’t in the mood, but that didn’t matter. She wouldn’t really say no. It was just part of the game. She wanted me to talk her into it—it made her feel less guilty for liking something that had only brought her shame and discomfort in the past. I was patient . It was worth the begging and the promises to be gentle. And, if she cried afterwards, I knew it wasn’t my fault—it was the flashbacks.
Afterwards, I fell asleep with her nestled against me. It was dark when I woke up. She was gone. I felt a flash of raw, hard anger until I looked up and saw her sitting at the edge of my bed. She was putting on her shoes. A glance at my alarm clock told me it was after five. “Don’t go, baby,” I urged. “It’s Friday.”
“I’ll be back. I’m just going to go home, start dinner, put in an a ppearance with the parents, and I’ll come right back,” she promised.
“How long?” I asked, sitting up and putting my arms around her waist.
“Like, an hour,” she replied.
“This is freaking stupid. You’re eighteen,” I complained.
“And still in school and living with my parents .”
“You could move in here,” I offered. My mom probably wouldn’t mind. She would do anything to keep me on an even keel.
“Yeah right. My dad would just love that,” she said. She turned to face me. “Kiss me so I can leave.”
I walked outside and watched her while she let herself into her house. Even though she lived right next-door, I would never take any chances with her safety. Of course, the biggest threat to her well-being lurked within the house she called her home, but there was nothing I could do about that. Until she agreed to move out, she was forced to return to her father time and again. I could only hope he continued to ignore her…that he’d lost interest in her once and for all.
I logged on to OwlBane. When my mom came home and made dinner, I took the plate to my room and ate in front of the computer. The counselor told her it was essential that we eat
(Canto VIII, lines 89 & 90)
I could tell Alex wa s upset about my ISS. Our lunch period was the only thing that made school bearable for either of us. I vowed to make it up to her over the weekend. Or, perhaps that very afternoon, now that her monthly visitor had left us in peace. My body grew hard just thinking about being with her, inside her. I yawned hugely. I hadn’t slept much the night before.
My life had become complicated. I loved being with Alex, so I neglected my game when she was around. The only time I played the game in the afternoons was when she was absorbed in homework. I tried to make up for lost time by staying up late at night. If I failed to log in a certain number of hours, my quad might decide to replace me. Soon I would be a working man and I’d have to choose between the game, Alex, and sleep.
The idea of working depressed me, but for Alex , I would do anything. I didn’t want her to have to work once we got married, so I’d have to get used to supporting her. If we were going to move in together after high school, it would be helpful to have the extra income, but I was afraid I would lose her if she got a job. I couldn’t bear to let her out of my sight. Who knew what might happen to her if she was hanging out with a bunch of guys I didn’t know?
It was my last free weekend before I became a working man and I wanted to spend every waking moment with the woman I loved. She promised me she would try to escape her father’s evil clutches, but I didn’t hold out much hope. But, it wasn’t her fault. She had a hard time defending herself against him. Or, anyone, for that matter.
On the way home from school, I shivered in anticipation. I couldn’t wait for the seduction to begin. I knew it wouldn’t take much effort to get her ready. She wanted it as bad as I did. After the last few times, when I took her all the way, when she moaned in ecstasy, I knew she would be geared up.
Oh, she said she wasn’t in the mood, but that didn’t matter. She wouldn’t really say no. It was just part of the game. She wanted me to talk her into it—it made her feel less guilty for liking something that had only brought her shame and discomfort in the past. I was patient . It was worth the begging and the promises to be gentle. And, if she cried afterwards, I knew it wasn’t my fault—it was the flashbacks.
Afterwards, I fell asleep with her nestled against me. It was dark when I woke up. She was gone. I felt a flash of raw, hard anger until I looked up and saw her sitting at the edge of my bed. She was putting on her shoes. A glance at my alarm clock told me it was after five. “Don’t go, baby,” I urged. “It’s Friday.”
“I’ll be back. I’m just going to go home, start dinner, put in an a ppearance with the parents, and I’ll come right back,” she promised.
“How long?” I asked, sitting up and putting my arms around her waist.
“Like, an hour,” she replied.
“This is freaking stupid. You’re eighteen,” I complained.
“And still in school and living with my parents .”
“You could move in here,” I offered. My mom probably wouldn’t mind. She would do anything to keep me on an even keel.
“Yeah right. My dad would just love that,” she said. She turned to face me. “Kiss me so I can leave.”
I walked outside and watched her while she let herself into her house. Even though she lived right next-door, I would never take any chances with her safety. Of course, the biggest threat to her well-being lurked within the house she called her home, but there was nothing I could do about that. Until she agreed to move out, she was forced to return to her father time and again. I could only hope he continued to ignore her…that he’d lost interest in her once and for all.
I logged on to OwlBane. When my mom came home and made dinner, I took the plate to my room and ate in front of the computer. The counselor told her it was essential that we eat
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